186 ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS Meanwhile, without, the surly cannon waited, The sun rose bright overhead ; Nothing in Nature's aspect intimated That a great man was dead. Longfellow So When a Great Man Dies GAKLANBS upon his grave, And flowers upon his hearse, And to the tender heart and brave The tribute of this verse. His was the troubled life The conflict and the pain, The grief, the bitterness of strife, The honour without stain. Like Winkelried, he took Into his manly breast The sheaf of hostile spears, and broke A path for the oppressed. Then from the fatal field, Upon a nation's heart Borne like a warrior on his shield I So should the brave depart. Death takes us by surprise, And stays our hurrying feet; The great design unfinished lies, Our lives are incomplete. But in the dark unknown Perfect their circles seem, Even as a bridge's arch of stone Is rounded in the stream. Alike are life and death, When life in death survives, And the uninterrupted breath Inspires a thousand lives. Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from the skyť Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men. Longfellow